THURSDAY POETRY CORNER–BARBARA FRYREAR
Barbara Bailey Fryrear was born in Galveston, summered on grandmother’s farm on the Texas side of the Red River, was educated in Austin, spent third grade in Cambridge, Mass, lived two years in San Saba, sixty in Irving. A certified Texan, she hasn’t counted the great-grandchildren lately. Her mother and father loved poetry and quoted lines constantly, he from Shakespeare, she most often from Tennyson. On Saturday nights he read her mother’s poetry to friends over drinks.
Barbara has a UT Liberal Arts degree (graduated with honors) and belonged to both Phi Beta Kappa and Phi Alpha Theta.
She is a life-time member and the historian for the Trinity Writers’ Workshop. She had been published in several volumes of New Texas, (and has the T-Shirts to prove it), Windhover, Duck Soup, wrote a weekly art column in The Irving News and had an Op-Ed published in the Dallas Times Herald (which folded shortly thereafter). Her yet-to-be-published novel won the TWW Black-Gold Award.
by Barbara Fryrear
Out of the ocean called Peaceful
El Niño rises hot and bratty
bringing rain like Noah’s flood
till the cliffs of California
slide soggy into the sea.
Drought like Deuteronomy
heaven of brass, earth of iron
blows Guatemalan forests
all the way to Rushmore
like Birnham Wood
come up to Dunsinane.
Now the sun’s a glinty nickel
the moon a copper penny
small change in the half-light
of a doomsday sky.
El Niño, Holy Infant,
The Second Coming?
by Barbara Fryrear
I study how your knuckles form a watchtower
flanked by bony castellations, your long fingers,
clutching a pen, how they move, mind-driven,
across a paper plane, circling the dancers
on the bridge at Avignon
I want to ask if you will draw the bridge to cross
the river, so the dancers can quit their endless minuet
and proceed to the other side.
You look up, puzzled. You take my hand.
Your fingers are cold, but your touch warms me.
“This isn’t a drawbridge,” you answer.
Posted on November 17, 2011, in Trinity Writers Workshop, Writers Groups, Writing and tagged barbara fryrear, DFW writers groups, poetry, sharon k owen, trinity writers workshop, trinity writers workshop bedford texas. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.